Monthly Archives: June 2016

Last night I finished rewriting the first part of a book I had put away many years ago. L’Amérique is the fictionalized story of my family’s decision to move to the United States from Paris, France, in the late 1950s. … Continue reading →

Today, Facebook tells me, is Cancer Survivor Day. I’m not at all sure how I feel about it. Last year, at the insistence of my doctor, I went to a large cancer survivor event that featured a giant, walk-through, tumorous … Continue reading →

The French word, dépaysement, has no English translation. I know; I’ve looked in a number of French-English dictionary and online sites. It’s not homesickness, which translates literally as mal du pays, and neither is it a garden variety of loneliness … Continue reading →

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world. Ralph Waldo Emerson My fears are strongest in the morning, and they arise when I do. I know while I’ve been sleeping, they’ve been exercising, doing push-ups and … Continue reading →

Many, many years ago, I lived in a city commune. I specify ‘city’ because, unlike our country cousins, we didn’t grow tofu or harvest honey or macrobiotic mushrooms. We all had city jobs, we all drank Gallo’s worst and smoked … Continue reading →

How did this happen? How did complacency replace outrage? Why do we not care enough to elect people who will make the necessary changes, so that the pursuit of happiness can remain sacrosanct and not be threatened by violent … Continue reading →